MALIA
No matter which class I intended to take, if Isabella was not in the same class, I would feel Sofia's or Marcos' eyes on me until I stepped into the next classroom.
Lia, being her usual impatient self, keeps nagging that she finally wants some answers, but I keep pushing her off to lunch break.
I hate the bell for each time it chimes, bringing said lunch break closer. Instead of concentrating on class, I kept repeating the story I had to tell my friends in my head. During one of our talks, Marcello and I had worked out the details further, so our stories would match when I introduced him.
Another thing I dreaded… Pretending to be romantically involved with Marcello. A shudder ran down my spine just thinking about it, but at the same time, I felt the heat rushing in my head and
